17 September 2015

New Release: Rex's Dirty Biker (Broken Soldiers 2)

Blurb: Thrust into the middle of a war zone with
his unit, Rex Chambers desperately clung to one sweet dream to survive—a life
with his woman. A single bullet to the spine landed Rex back home, crippled,
damaged, and in need of fixing. But all that’s waiting for Rex is an empty
apartment, a hasty good bye, shattered dreams and a dirty-mouthed biker.

The former member of a MC, Jensen “Riddle”
Matthews has ridden through hard roads and made bad choices. Learning his
little sister bailed out on Rex, Riddle steps in, knowing Rex’s on the verge of
falling apart. Riddle has always held a torch for Rex, but can the spark
between them be enough to save a broken soldier?

Teaser

If Rex had trouble reconnecting with the world, then I had to
forcefully remind him of life. Melt all that numbness away and replace it with
something else.

His eyes narrowed when I leaned over. I chuckled. He was wary and
watchful like a predator.

“What, you think a little kiss is going to make things better?” he said.

“A fucking kiss? Are we in high school?” I said. “Hell no.”

He seemed confused, and I took advantage. I wrapped my hands around
his waist and lifted him from the chair. Rex had packed on a couple of extra
pounds, all of it hard muscle, but it didn’t matter. Ignoring the curses he
flung at me, I lowered him to the couch, so his legs dangled over the edge.

I dropped to my knees, yanked down his sweat pants and drew out his
thickening shaft. I kissed him on the inside of his thigh, then his cock head,
before I licked away the glistening cum on his tip. I nibbled softly, applied a
little pressure over his balls, massaging them until he groaned. Silken texture
began to harden underneath a sheath of steel.

“Jesus, Riddle.” Rex grunted, but he didn’t push me away. He twined
his fingers into my hair, reeling me in close. Hesitation must have crept in, a
momentary weakness, because he said, “wait, we shouldn’t.”

His resistance had been reduced to one paper-thin barrier, and I
knew I’d won. He wanted this so much, but kept himself back. Whatever
arrangement we had—too early to call it a relationship, or anything else, it
may be nothing more than random fucking. Something birthed out of desperation
and need, but if it pulled Rex to reality, then what did it matter?

“Let me take care of you, baby,” I whispered, ignoring the sharp tug
he gave my hair. Looking up at him, I watched the bead of sweat roll down the
chords of his throat, before pinning his gaze with mine.

Angel is a bestselling MM romance writer who lives in a place where its summer all-year long, with with her partner, two Welsh Corgis and out-of-control carnivorous plants.

She's passionate about bringing sexy, gay paranormal stories to readers but also likes to dip her toe in contemporary stories. She's also a novice terrarium maker, an alt rock lover and a tea time enthusiast.